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Far from here,
a child smiles.
A warm dog stretches at his master's feet.
An exhausted man breathes in the vision of a task complete.

Far from here,
a flower blooms,
home at last, a lost soldier finds his way,
slowly, a burning sun sets to end a glistening summer's day.

Far from here,
warm bread cools;
a restless mind now comforted, finds sleep,
and a tarnished gold ring, once lost, resurfaces from the deep.

But here,
a door closes;
a mighty wing, once beating, now breaks.
A distant, joyful memory flickers one last time, then fades.

And here,
a tired back bends.
A cry goes unheard, too far from home,
and a quiet woman in a sea of diners, dines alone.

Here,
a dense night falls.
A dream is eaten alive, and will never be;
a man shares an upstairs room with cigarettes and memories.

Far from here,
a foamy wave playfully grabs
at the feet
of a father and his son.

While here,
a gray train sails cold steel rails,
disappearing
with the dying autumn sun.

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